Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

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Zhang Erming knew who Meng Chuan's ID, "Meng Po won't give me soup," was.

That's why Huo Wanxi's live stream was so incredibly popular last night.

That was all the result of Zhang Erming secretly stirring things up.

After all, when Meng Chuan took Liu Qian and Chen Yiyi to Douyin's headquarters to discuss investment.

Meng Chuan left Zhang Erming with a deep impression that "young people have great physical strength."

Huo Wanxi's pure and innocent appearance is already attractive.

In addition, Meng Chuan spent over 20 million yuan in her live stream.

Zhang Erming refused to believe that Meng Chuan had no feelings for this girl.

What should subordinates do if their boss has an idea?

Any normal man should know what to do.

Moreover, this is a great opportunity for Douyin Live to gain fame.

How could Zhang Erming bear to give up?

Therefore, all Zheng Muchen needs to do is take this ID to Zhang Erming.

Even without using his name to greet him personally, Zhang Erming would definitely give him the green light all the way.

As for Huo Wanxi, she would probably sign the contract without even reading it once she saw Meng Chuan's ID.

Huo Wanxi barely slept a wink last night.

Looking at the huge sum of money in her account, she was first afraid, then relieved.

What I'm afraid of is: what if her new number one makes some demands?

She didn't even know who the other person was.

Is he a greasy middle-aged man or a white-haired old man?

Huo Wanxi absolutely could not accept such a level of tolerance.

What's reassuring is that the other person didn't even follow her.

It's probably just that he doesn't like Sun Yishan.

Maybe they didn't even like me.

After figuring this out, Huo Wanxi felt nothing but gratitude.

It not only earned her over ten million yuan, but also gained her nearly ten million followers.

Therefore, as long as someone with the ID "Meng Po" comes to her, she is willing to sign any contract, as long as it's not a contract of servitude.

Huo Wanxi didn't care about commissions at all.

She has already earned enough; she might not be able to spend it all in her lifetime.

Of course, Meng Chuan didn't really care whether Zheng Muchen went to Huo Wan or not.

If Huo Wanxi is willing to sign a contract for Meng Chuan's sake, Meng Chuan is confident that he can make her a top-tier internet celebrity.

This would be an immense fortune for anyone.

If Huo Wanxi is rich and arrogant, she might refuse to sign the contract.

That just goes to show that she is not destined for such immense wealth.

Meng Chuan had no choice but to choose another person who was meant for him.

Meng Chuan doesn't need her.

She has a solid foundation now, so it's easier and faster for her to become famous.

"Bro, the one you said about Meng Po not giving me soup, is it that rich guy from last night?"

Jiang Zhenyu suddenly realized what was happening.

Jiang Zhenyu also watched last night's live broadcast.

Although he joined halfway through and had no idea what was going on.

But the carnival-style special effects on the screen almost blinded him.

Jiang Zhenyu even spent half the night regretting that he wasn't born a woman!

"What kind of super-rich person?"

Zheng Muchen was hungover last night and had no idea what happened!

"Last night, a super-rich patron spent 20 million yuan in a live stream by a streamer named Huo Wanxi! And that patron's ID was: 'Meng Po won't give me any soup.'"

Jiang Zhenyu briefly explained what he knew.

Zheng Muchen's expression changed upon hearing this:

"Would registering a company using this ID infringe on any intellectual property rights?"

Zheng Muchen gets a headache just hearing the word "infringement," after all, he still has 80 million yuan in breach of contract penalties to pay!

Thinking of the penalty for breach of contract, Zheng Muchen shook his head and smiled bitterly again:

"Hehe, I was overthinking it. I'm still owing a mountain of breach of contract fees! I don't even have any start-up capital. Meng Chuan, your idea is good, but you should find someone else!"

If it weren't for the huge penalty for breach of contract.

Zheng Muchen even had the courage to take a gamble.

After all, he started from scratch back then.

But now, he should just go home and farm honestly!

"I'll have my girlfriend transfer the start-up capital."

Meng Chuan was calm and composed:

"Pay off the penalty first, and use the rest as seed money."

"Uh! Bro, you might not know, but my cousin owes a lot in breach of contract fees—eighty million!"

Jiang Zhenyu also smiled wryly.

Before Meng Chuan arrived, Zheng Muchen had already told Jiang Zhenyu about his situation.

"Eighty million it is. I'll have my girlfriend transfer you a hundred million later!"

Meng Chuan remained calm and composed.

It seems like it's as simple as saying one hundred yuan.

However, as soon as Meng Chuan finished speaking, the air seemed to freeze.

Zheng Muchen stared at Meng Chuan, wondering if he was hallucinating.

"One hundred million? Your girlfriend can come up with one hundred million?"

Zheng Muchen was stunned.

"She is richer."

Meng Chuan smiled.

He's already put it so tactfully, why are you still so surprised?

In fact, Meng Chuan already has money in his hands.

But Meng Chuan couldn't give it to him.

Meng Chuan quite enjoyed his carefree and open friendship with Jiang Zhenyu, where they could talk about anything.

Meng Chuan hopes this friendship can continue.

If Meng Chuan suddenly produced a large sum of money now...

Or perhaps Jiang Zhenyu knew that Meng Chuan was worth tens of billions.

Everything may change.

At the very least, let's keep it a secret for as long as possible!

Of course, this is also because Meng Chuan has been too arrogant lately.

One hundred million is no longer a big deal for me.

If it were in the past, he would probably have been even more surprised than Jiang Zhenyu.

After all, for the wealthy, 100 million is just a small goal.

But for ordinary people, one hundred million is like a mountain in the Himalayas.

Jiang Zhenyu swallowed hard and asked cautiously:

"Brother, how old is your wife this year?"

Meng Chuan was suddenly a little taken aback.

The next moment, Meng Chuan punched Jiang Zhenyu in the chest:

"Screw you! Do I look like someone who lives off a woman?"

"So what if someone's a gigolo? If they can get an erection, why can't I eat it? Didn't you see the line of people calling her 'Daddy' stretching from Shanghai to Beijing in Huo Wanxi's livestream last night?"

Jiang Zhenyu said with an air of self-righteousness.

Meng Chuan was speechless.

But Jiang Zhenyu still grinned and leaned closer:

"Brother, does your wife still have any close female friends? Even those who can't take care of themselves are fine..."

"Get out of my way, I'll take you to wash up, I'm going back to school first."

"Brother, please remember to ask your wife for me..."

"Get lost! Don't ever say you know me again. I, Meng Chuan, don't have a brother like you."

Meng Chuan quickened his pace as he left.

Because he was genuinely worried that if he stayed any longer, he wouldn't be able to resist killing Jiang Zhenyu.

Meng Chuan thought he knew this guy well enough.

Who knew, this guy had absolutely no bottom line.

Meng Chuan hailed a taxi and rushed to the school.

It was noon when Meng Chuan returned to school.

Just as Meng Chuan was about to go eat, his phone suddenly rang.

"Honey, why are you calling me at noon all of a sudden? Have you eaten?"

Meng Chuan immediately adopted a fawning expression.

At the same time, I also had some doubts.

Liu Qian should be at school right now, and normally she wouldn't call Meng Chuan.

"Hmph! Do I even need to eat? Aren't over 20 million units of dog food enough to fill my stomach?"

"Honey, what...what are you saying? I...I don't understand?"

"Don't understand? If you don't understand, call me again when you do. I have class. Bye, Tang."

Meng Chuan: ...